It started in Asia: Photo-essay

I was firmly grasped by the wanderlust affliction in Asia, and to this day the entire continent seems to draw me back time and time again. There’s something about the layers of filth in big cities, the smell of the fumes and heat, the lapping of the ocean on the sand, the sunsets, the cheap beer, the smiles and generosity of the locals, the way they pile entire families of seven on the back of a moped, the total disregard for any kind of sanitation or safety standard… the list is seemingly endless.